Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Julia had stared out the window of the inpatient mental facility. She had wished so badly to be on the other side of the locked door. But, the panic attacks had just kept coming, and no medication cocktail seemed capable of stopping them... Continue Reading →
I am a gypsy. My nature is to explore. Conflicts with my work. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Conflict and Gypsy.
The wind was a howling wolf, Shrieking like a banchee on crack. There'll be no sleeping for us here tonight, I wonder if we can get our money back. We chose to rent a place up in the hills, Thinking what a nice change that would be. But our smiling host failed to mention to... Continue Reading →
A nomad with wanderlust is certainly who I am, One who loves to discover strange places and roam, After I have seen all the sights and ate all the food, I start to look forward to the plane trip home. For there is where I can live an ordinary life, And it's the one place... Continue Reading →
Lovely Spain, Portugal, and Italy, I will miss you dearly this year! For the last five years, my husband and I have arrived on one of your doorsteps or a combination of you three. time You deliveredon your promise to show us a good time and welcome us with hospitality! I will miss taking hours... Continue Reading →
For the last four years, Douglas and I have spent some parts of April and May in Europe. We loved pretending to live in Spain, Italy, or Portugal. Now homebound by the virus ravaging the world, our children are somewhat glad that our nomadic lifestyle is on hold today. But we miss the walks on... Continue Reading →
College fCollage from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt The assignment from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt for April 12, 2020 is to write a poem or prose using the collage above as the prompts. Away from the ordinariness of my life, I allowed my other selves free reign. I became a... Continue Reading →
In spite of travel bans, closed borders, and lockdowns, And necessary isolation between you and me, I know I will see you again, my beautiful world, For life is resilient in its hope and continuity. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #150 from Sammiscribbles: Continuity in exactly 35 words.
Strolling down the streets of Paris years ago, I felt like I had walked those streets before. It was a weird feeling of deja vu like no other, But I'd never visited this place I so adored. The buildings seemed somehow very familiar, And I could find my way easily to every place. The electricity... Continue Reading →
I am having withdrawal symptoms at the thought that traveling the world has basically come to a halt. Being in the age group most likely to die from the coronavirus, Douglas and I had decided to travel in the United States this year by car to see Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Boston. But now,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 